Then, I just thought to myself for some time, until the answer was that it feels like the sum of everything read, seen, experienced, imagined, internalized, learned, moved, ruined and built all together and in the way I knew was right for now.

Overall, it felt like, “so far…”.

And, “the things I hope we can be…”

So it made me nervous because “so far…”, “this far…” changes everyday and is not all done.

I call that progress.

(Most of the time.)

Anyway, even new mistakes are not so static and all “have written” in the past tense.

Thenx2, the first piece of influence that came to forefront of mind was an essay I stumbled upon in a very serious Anthropology textbook, my first Anthropology book. This essay is about body ritual, and I thought, if you really want to know what it's like to write as me (some people have asked), then you might want to see the pieces I've been through outside of those featured on the favorites list.